Senin, 15 November 2010

I was unable to hold the soul, and I ripped a sick cry for love,
longing to live the dream, living in pain, stay pain,
whimpering, begging, begged, to return the love.
but no one heard!
All ears were dead, his mouth shut like a stone,
heart and soul tormented, tortured in endless pain.
anxiety as endless night,
night anxiety is to live forever.

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